Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Index,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.